A Bigfoot sighting on South Bass Island

By the time you are reading this, college football season has already started. Not that the weather necessarily changes, but football is the start of our autumn. It came early this year — in August — and for some reason that took me by surprise. We were reminiscing about the many adventures and fun times we had this summer. One particular thing stood out, but I was hesitant to write about it. I have to take the chance of offending a dear friend, someone who is like a brother to us, because it’s really simply too funny not to share.

This year we went to Put-in-Bay. We go there every couple of years or so and always have such a great time being “kids” again for a couple of days. We power around the island in a golf cart, stopping to play, eat, shop, eat, drink a little, eat, see historic sites, eat…well, you get the picture. Laughing is always the number one activity.

Sometimes we go with friends and sometimes it’s just the two of us, but it’s always a great time. This summer we went with our dear friends, who shall remain nameless. I will tell you that by the ferry ride to start our journey home, we were calling our brother “Bigfoot.” Here’s why:

We began our initial tour of the island with our friend at the wheel of the golf cart, and the ladies riding behind, facing backward. Matt rode shotgun. We were at the end of the island watching the boats and the lake when the horn started to blare. For reasons that surpass understanding, the golf cart horn is louder than a diesel truck. It was intermittent at first, then continuous. We stopped the cart and removed the key. Still, the horn was screaming. Finally, a lady in another golf cart pulled up and yelled to us, “You have your foot on the horn.” Our friend did not know that the horn button was on the floor, and he was accidentally pushing it with his foot.

Our initial embarrassment gave way to fits of laughter. These fits lasted the entire stay, because every time he drove the cart, he inadvertently pressed the horn button with his big foot. Hence, the nickname. We were waved at by dozens of strangers who thought we were honking at them, which actually was kind of a nice thing.

At one point, we got the brilliant idea to take out the four-person bi-cycle. It seemed like it would be so easy to pedal, given that four of us were going to doing it. We struggled to get this four-passenger vehicle up a small incline — it felt like we were pedaling under water. At one point, as folks on golf carts were passing us, I gasped out to one group, “Don’t do this. It’s not fun!”

Our trip to PIB left us with great memories, a super nickname for a beloved friend, and a vow to never pedal a four-passenger cycle again.

What’s been your summer highlight? Email me at suecurtis9@gmail.com.

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By Sue Curtis

Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at the Hospice store (For All Seasons) in Troy and teaches part-time at Urbana University. She keeps busy taking care of husband, house, and pets. She and her husband have an adult son who lives in Troy.